San Francisco Took My Heart, Then Broke It

I grew up in San Francisco. I assumed my children would, too.

Photo by Thomas Hawk, via Flickr. Licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.

I was 17 years old when I left my heart in San Francisco.

I had every intention of getting it back — I wasn’t leaving for good, after all. I was going to college on the East Coast, where I would be asserting my independence by putting 3,000 miles between myself…